The Stars make me feel incredibly small. I look up and realise how utterly insignificant I am. I think about the grand scheme of things and a deep melancholy settles in my bones. It lights tiny fires on my skin. It sets my mind on edge and then it seems like my soul is running to find something that I don't think is here on this earth. It sets my heart to racing, or maybe not. Maybe it slows down and I'm brought back to thinking how if my heart beats any slower my fragile life will end. My breathing is deeper and it's like sleep has come but I'm still awake. My eyes widen and my hands stretch wide to try and catch a bit of falling stardust. Maybe it will make me fly. It will soothe the celestial pull that calls me home. For a grand percent of me is stardust and something in my eyes makes it so I can never look away. Suddenly I've become the little girl with wide eyes and a big heart, whose mind and soul are racing to some obscure finish line and whose heart is tapping out a fragile dance. Whose breath has been stolen and who will never stop dreaming. Never stop looking up. And someday I'll find the answers. Some day my soul can stop running towards infinity while still stuck in time. But until then, I'll keep looking at the stars. My eyes will widen further still. My heart will tap out it's slow dance and ache from an emptiness that I'm not sure what can fill it. I'll draw my inspiration from the infinities. Continue to scratch out pretty words that may temporarily soothe my troubled mind. But I'll always be the little girl looking up. Because there are galaxies in my eyes that long to return home.
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All My Soul
AlteleShort stories and poetry and random ideas that flow through my head at the most inconvenient of times.
